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are not really about Melanie, but I've been a fan since I heard the (then
new) single, "Look What They've Done To My Song, Ma". |
SILENCE
(1975) What do you do when you're all alone? Do you turn up the music or reach for the phone? People work all day, they say, They do it for the peaceful joys. But when they get some empty time They fill it up with empty noise. In their addiction they grasp and reach Yet there is much silence can teach: Great things
are said without speaking a word and the best
music often goes by unheard. |
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THE TAO OF
LOVE (1989) To say "I love you" is not really a true love. Love is mystery. We are not the same. I think too much but you act. See, we harmonize. When people seek love, even when they find it, they love only seeking. My love seems empty. Gazing at you, I am filled. Filled, but still hungry. |
COMMUNICATE
(1979) Communicate with me, don't be afraid. It's true I'm awkward, moving at snail's pace and dumb. The
printed page is my device, my readers, to convey and to confide. Communicate, my camouflaged Life-Guide. I know I've paid not complement nor made complaint; but now I'm seeking Wisdom, Grace, or failing that, let structured prayer suffice. Communicate with poetry.
Entice lethargic souls to come with you to ride behind the words to meaning and evade the vain; to see the mind, not just the face. Communicate across the void of space, the oceans separating worlds of ice with isolated phrases in which hide the phases: vanish, disappear, and fade. |
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MARY COMES TO
MEMPHIS (1999) Some hippie artist created quite a stir in 1969 with a statue of you, neon halo. What mystified local art critics most was your hands, not one right and one left, but two left hands. I've seen your African incarnations, the Chinese ones, and Guadeloupe too, Mother of all. But remembering your statue I understand that you are also the Madonna of stroke patients. |
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WONDER
WOMAN (1995) Diana Prince, who brings Truth, Justice, and the Amazonian Way, bravely fights against each mindless masculine command and so controls their apish appetites. Like Emma Peel (Avenger absolute) all underhanded males are crushed below a righteous female foot (bare or in boot) to silence boasting brutes. They're women's woe. Men must be strictly taught obedience to every feminine superior, or else, through blundering incompetence, they'd run and ruin Paradise and more. So get your golden lasso, liberate and let the macho myth disintegrate. |
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